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Title: Rarely Pure
Author: Ivorysilk
Rating: R
Summary: Mozzie had once quoted Oscar Wilde at him, stating, “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” He hadn’t believed Moz then--he'd been young, and foolish, and had still believed that truth was like art--simple and pure. He'd really believed that somehow, both would eventually set him free. But that had been before Kate, before Peter, before prison. That had been a long, long time ago. (Originally written for the anonymous kink meme, for for my own prompt, as well as for the "blackmail" square on my h/c bingo card.)
Spoilers: Not really. All the canon is vague, and the characterization is bendy to fit my own nefarious schemes.
Warnings (highlight to read): Language. References to past physical and sexual assault (not seen on-screen), prison nastiness, and stalking behaviour. Adult themes and suchlike.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or this universe. I am writing this for my own self-indulgent fun, and because, like Neal, I clearly covet other people's things.
Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teaotter, for her patience and encouragement and her insightful assistance without which, I'd never have finished. Thanks also to rabidchild, for the quick and thorough beta, and for gracefully and graciously tolerating my last-minute demands and deadline. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.
Comments, positive or negative, are treasured. Thanks for reading.
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Link to the first part (story is complete, in three parts) at my journal.
Title: Rarely Pure
Author: Ivorysilk
Rating: R
Summary: Mozzie had once quoted Oscar Wilde at him, stating, “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” He hadn’t believed Moz then--he'd been young, and foolish, and had still believed that truth was like art--simple and pure. He'd really believed that somehow, both would eventually set him free. But that had been before Kate, before Peter, before prison. That had been a long, long time ago. (Originally written for the anonymous kink meme, for for my own prompt, as well as for the "blackmail" square on my h/c bingo card.)
Spoilers: Not really. All the canon is vague, and the characterization is bendy to fit my own nefarious schemes.
Warnings (highlight to read): Language. References to past physical and sexual assault (not seen on-screen), prison nastiness, and stalking behaviour. Adult themes and suchlike.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or this universe. I am writing this for my own self-indulgent fun, and because, like Neal, I clearly covet other people's things.
Many thanks to
teaotter, for her patience and encouragement and her insightful assistance without which, I'd never have finished. Thanks also to rabidchild, for the quick and thorough beta, and for gracefully and graciously tolerating my last-minute demands and deadline. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.Comments, positive or negative, are treasured. Thanks for reading.
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Link to the first part (story is complete, in three parts) at my journal.
